New Friends or Enemies? (Session 1)

New faces are they friends or enemies? its best to see what they want before I show them my cards,
 
 
Journal entry
Well, Lore, They finally caught up to me. Given I didn't expect the law to be a handsome gunslinger, but then again I didn't expect falling in love with you… I guess they finally figured out my weakness.
 
I know in my last letter, I said I was going to lie low head to that festival you talked about but she was RIGHT THERE in the city I was passing through I couldn't not do it. I may be killing them but at least I'm giving them the mercy of a quick death not like yours. She begged for her life and I put a bullet between her eyes and then I made my get away only to be pulled into the arms of a man named Clyde. He is exactly the type of man you would have threatened to shoot if he walked into our home. Rugged, Handsome, radiates danger. I guess I finally figured out my type: dangerous…
 
 
Clyde helps me get out of dodge and we travel to Zreystead for the Hero's Remembrance Festival where I meet some of the most unusual adventurers ever. Even stories can't make this shit up.
 
 
A robot named Auto who doesn't have any emotions… or anything about normal things. When he first sat down with me and Clyde, he didn't use a chair. and when i told him to he still didn't actually use it … and his very curious very short blue woman. She is child size but not a child… It's perplexing.
 
 
A fey elf creature with blue skin who let her fox and RACOON eat on the table. Who thought it was completely normal, when it's not…. I think. I haven't had a meal that wasn't covered in some form of dirt.
 

A blue tiefling who was Traveling with a very pretty woman with a very serious Whip. I'll keep my comments about her out of this.
 
 
An orc man carrying a woman…. It seems like something might be going on there… but it's rude to just ask people what their past is.
 
 
As the evening finally came to a close, I followed my latest vice getting wrapped up in some one with a pretty face. And that pretty face was Clyde's…
 
and i guess you could say I wasn't thinking with my big brain because as soon as the man got me naked he told me he was going to collect my bounty.
I CANT BELIEVE HE WAS GOING TO TURN ME IN NAKED.
I also should've smelled a bounty hunter a mile away.
But I'm weak…
 
And I tell him the things I haven't told anyone. I tell him about you. I tell him why I've chosen this path. I tell him our story. So just in case it ended there… Someone would remember us… and you. I tell him that I only have 2 people left and then I can stop, maybe the law will take matters into their own hands and maybe I'll join you. After killing this many people do you think my soul is a black as yours? Maybe I'll join you in hell.
 
 
 
 
 
 
THE NEXT NIGHT
 
 
 
WHAT. THE. FUCK. LORE.
 
What Happened To You?
Who did you make a deal with?
Who was that thing? Was he a man? Or the devil?
Are you still alive?
 
Let me start from the beginning
 
I participated in some Carnival games and for once In the since you died actually had fun. I forgot what that felt like. It was nice. I chose an ale drinking contest, the worst mistake of life. I thought the foam was going to come out of my nose from only drinking one! The group I'm traveling with seem very interested in matching wits and muscles. Finally there was a race…. with Two teams and I was a part of team 1 I was really hoping that we would lose. That was too much recognition I was hiding from too much heat.
 
We went in and little did I know how much things were going to change.
At first it seemed normal, Lore, old catacombs dusty and stink. But what we found at the end wasn't normal. It was a knife that showed me you. It showed me your final moments again, something I never wanted to relieve. But it was different. I saw them dragging you, I saw a thing that you were more scared of than dead. What was it Lore, why were you so scared? Why did it show me you getting up and walking out… I buried you. I mourn you on my most sober days… that’s why I stay drinking, It’s why I keep finding pretty people to keep me warm on my loneliest nights. I am so damn scared to say good bye… but what happens if I don’t have to?